Reality

What was that jingle we sang as we thought we were being cute and sexy? “I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never, ever let you forget you’re a man! ‘Cuz I’m a woman!”

Well – you know what? I am a woman, and I can do all that and more. However, sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not in the least bit interested in whether or not you feel like a man because I’m frying up your bacon.

I’m frying up my own bacon, thank you very much. And don't expect me to look like a barbie doll doing it. I've earned these bags. I've earned every wrinkle that seems to be teasing me with its presence this past year. This is the hard reality of me after pulling myself back up by my own bootstraps. I'm tired. I'm exhausted, really. But I have my life back. I have my independence back.

I thought he killed my spirit forever, but I found out that I'm stronger than that. 'Cuz I'm a woman! ;-)